#fleeting raiju TO THE FACE

[wtf-amiru]

forgot how fun ninja is

[the-firebird69]

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[espritneo-aka-thatsuittho]

Follow The raiju was a matchmaker?

Have a snippet of chapter 3, set in summer.

The young man was quiet and sometimes shy, but as the thunder demon said, he worked hard and he took care of his new family.  

After Yuri-o left, Yūri started treating time as a finite resource.

He counted down the days until Victor decided to leave.

Yūri started out with seven days. When he reached zero once, then once more, and the other man showed no signs of being dissatisfied, he accepted that Victor was made of sterner stuff. He started counting down the days until winter.

If Victor didn’t leave before the first snowfall, the other man would be forced to stay until spring. At least, unless he was so unhappy he was willing to let Yūri be eaten by a demon.

Yūri suspected he’d enjoy the four to five months while they lasted. Before Victor arrived, he’d been alone for over a year. Weeks and seasons had passed in utter silence and his personal boundaries had expanded to include the length and breadth of his family’s land. He held long conversations with himself in the lazy rhythm of farming and when he grew tired of his own predictability, he turned to one-sided discussions with the gods.

In the absence of human voice, his thoughts and prayers had grown loud, buzzing in his ears like flocks of cicadas in the summer.

Summer is the time of year where everything happened under Yūri’s watchful eye and careful guidance. In that respect, having Victor around to mentor and shape suited this time of year. Through no fault of his own, Victor nevertheless required patience and flexibility he hadn’t needed to exercise in years, not since he was a much younger man - a child - finding his place around his sister’s blunt nature and his friends’ teasing and Minako-sensei’s nosiness. It was just that Victor’s personality was the exact opposite of Yūri’s: naturally ebullient, social, talkative, and very touchy.

The first month was the most difficult. He and Victor were together all the time, from morning til night, from dinner to breakfast, without reprieve, too much closeness, all too abrupt.

Yūri didn’t know how he managed to survive with his sanity intact.

Victor was helpless at practically every aspect of country life. Each day was a startling reminder that Yūri and this stranger were from completely different worlds. He had no idea how to cook, how to clean. The concept of rodents and pests was utterly foreign. He was several steps removed from the idea of living side-by-side with gods and demons.

But each day, Victor met him halfway. He kept his promise - worked hard, learned quickly – and Yūri never really had to worry. He just needed to adjust and as time passed, it became easier.

Eventually, he even grew accustomed to their closeness at night. Originally, he had a fleeting, insane hope that their first, awkward night would not be repeated. That once Victor’s clothes were dry and clean, he’d miraculously find something to sleep in.

How naïve.

Nights were a test of a different sort, less mental and more primal, something natural and instinctive that Yūri found difficult to describe. Victor these days was a more earthen creature, washed of oils and perfumes and one with the scents of the fields and dirt, his silver hair bleached pale and skin transformed under constant exposure to the sun. Yet, something within Yūri continued to stir each evening, once the day was gone and their meal was done and they were both too tired to do much more than sleep and conserve their energies for the following day.

It gnawed at Yūri, this deep, dark craving, each night when Victor shucked his wedding robes and they huddled under the blanket, back to back, oddly angled to share a pillow meant for one.

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Yūri liked to start work in the early dawn and finish before the summer heat sapped him of all vitality. He would leave his house with a lantern to light the path, a lone figure melting into endless black. As he worked, the morning light would come up over the horizon and the rice stalks – taller and taller with each passing day – would cut into the spread of dawn, an army of slim soldiers, swaying and casting shadows that protected Yūri from the sun’s rays. And once the day’s work was complete, Yūri would turn his back on the waves of his cheerful, healthy green sea and return to his house.

Yūri can handle weeding five acres of rice by himself. With two sets of hands, the work was done more quickly and they often had time to survey the nearby mountain and foothills.

Three times a week Victor preferred to stay behind. On those days, instead of approaching his familiar, shut house, he was treated to the sight of a barefoot Victor doing his morning katas, robes hanging off his waist and twirling with the ends of long, long hair not plastered to shoulders, neck and back dripping with sweat.

Yūri always had to check he wasn’t drooling. He usually allowed himself a few seconds to admire the stretch and bend of Victor’s upper body, to experience shiver-inducing glimpses of pale buds on flat pectoral muscles and the evidence of a lifetime of training in Victor’s shoulders and upper arms.

Then he made himself avert his eyes and slink round to the back, where he could hide his burning face in the washing basin.

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About two weeks after they met and Victor showed no signs of leaving, he did his duty and took the noble to Yuri-o’s mountain. The mountain was a fifteen minute walk to the east and another thirty north. Their river water and fish flowed down from its heights and it was the most reliable source of wild greens and a prosperous hunting ground. It was reliable and plentiful, even when their crops were bad, and they all paid their respects to the mountain god’s hard work.

Victor rubbed the back of his neck as they carefully picked their way over the uneven ground. “Yūri, it’s odd but it feels like we’re being watched.”

“Naturally. The mountain’s curious.” Yūri pushed through a low-hanging leaf. It was Victor’s first trip to the mountain and Yūri hasn’t been back since last fall, so his attention is largely on following the trail. If they get lost, even at this early afternoon hour, it would be inconvenient for him to try and get them both home all by himself.

“You make it sound like it’s alive.” Victor tried to joke, brushing invisible spiderwebs off his arms and shoulders. He shook his foot loose.

“That’s because it is. Spirits run under the surface of the mountain, connecting the plants and animals to its god. That way, the god keeps watch and keeps the balance so the mountain can flourish.”

“Really?” Victor looked excited and intrigued.

“Yes, the mountain spirits are curious creatures. They thrive on stimuli, so sometimes, they’ll hang onto you and it feels like you walked through cobwebs. Or they’ll wind themselves around your arms and legs and if you’re not careful, you’ll trip over thin air.”

“I’ve felt phantom sensations since we entered the woods. It just felt like I kept brushing plants and tripping on low branches. Being watched is much more familiar. My old master used to make me hunt him down for hours before he got tired and knocked me unconscious from behind.” Victor made a face at the memories. “How do we know they’re really ghosts if you can’t see them?”

Yūri cast him an amused, condescending glance. “Have you been humoring me and my stories? Don’t ask for them if you can’t acknowledge gods and spirits might be real. And really, you’re the last person to play ignorant, Mr. Bride-Brought-By-A-Thunder-Demon.”

“Oh, I’d forgotten about that!”

Yūri laughed. “Well, whatever you do, don’t get angry. They’re just doing what’s natural, so there’s no reason to take it out on the mountain. Besides, if the god doesn’t like you, you might disappear.”

“I am having trouble committing to the idea.” Victor admitted. “Where I come from, believing in the unseen is faith, not fact. So, I’ll start with making sure I remember all your stories!” He said enthusiastically. “I’ll just ask you to tell me over and over again until I have them memorized. Then I definitely won’t get into trouble.”